literature

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Stella's divine detour
" I can't believe it's already almost three am" Stella said to herself, yawning as the rain started to fall heavier on to the dark road ahead of her. Barely able to see the road she failed to notice the large fallen branch until she heard the large thud upon impact. Immediately her car started smoking,and she started cursing out of frustration. On her long journey home from her mother's funeral, she just wanted to get home and back to the city life she's been embracing for the past few years. Surrounded by dense forest, her cell had no service, making her feel terribly uneasy in the pits of her stomach. She looked ahead down the dark country road, through the rain she faintly saw a dim light way in the distance. She took a deep breath as she hesitatingly put her arms through her coat, unsure if the walk would be worth the anxiety it's already provoking. Stella was the spitting image of her mother,tall with long golden hair and eyes greener than the hills in Ireland. She was used to getting more attention than most and she hated it. Especially in a situation like this, stranded in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night while the storm raged around her. She wondered if some estranged mountain man or homicidal trucker would appear, because she was firm believer in Murphy's law and what can go wrong will go wrong. Pushing those thoughts aside she got out, locking the car behind her and look around at her surroundings."What else can I do?" she said to herself as she sauntered toward the dark abyss ahead of her.
By The objective perspective.5 years ago in Families
Hush Little Babies
Chapter Nine “Good morning, Jeffrey, another day, another dollar.” He winked at me while eating his eggs and bacon.
By Suzy Bohi5 years ago in Families
Avenues: The Finale, Part 1
He was definitely hiding something. I kept visiting my father in prison, pretending to rebuild the kind of father-son relationship he so desperately wanted, just to gain his trust. It’s been months and he hasn’t coughed anything up worth any value to me. Nothing that would allow me to gain any leverage towards Oliver who still hadn’t made his move yet. Months have gone by and not a single bomb has been thrown on this side of the fence. It made me uneasy and it was causing my insomnia to resurface.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Families
The Mistake
Tovi was 9 years old when she found out she was sent here. Not because she was planned or wanted. Her parents were adulterers, very promiscuous individuals. They were also the type to not know how to face their consequences, in some cases their responsibilities. Her father was in a relationship with another woman, a friend of Mothers at the time. She stuck around after she was born though, good woman. Her mother was also in a relationship of her own with a man that served in the military. At the beginning he assumed Tovi was his child. Tovi is short for Tov Me'od. It means strength. Which she is full of. Tovi was her mother's youngest child. She was raised with an older brother in the home with her and her mother. She had special gifts that she never understood until she was 9 years old. She would have these dreams about other children she had never seen before. They wouldn't talk but they always gave her a warm smile and hug and played with her at this park. Her dream would always be at a park with clouds around them. She started to think it was a park in heaven that she would visit. It was always the same 8 kids. One looked just like her, but he was a boy. Same face, he had fresh braids every time. Him and Tovi would have on the same colors too while everyone else is in different colors.
By Jakobia Anderson6 years ago in Families
Hush Little Babies
Chapter Eight “Good day, Mrs. Fitzberg,” I said. “Just call me, Daisy,” she replied, and, good morning to you.” I started straightening newspapers. I knew there were, many more headlines, I hadn’t read yet, that pertained to the disappearances.
By Suzy Bohi6 years ago in Families
Hush Little Babies
Chapter Seven I picked up the phone. “Hi Gina, how are you,” I said. “I was worried about you, since you rushed home the other day.”
By Suzy Bohi6 years ago in Families
Drying Time
My mother, Lita McClaren-Rose, died during childbirth. She was a professional artist, art teacher on the side. She was an amazing painter. Every stroke of paint from her brush told a tale. Everyone was devastated by her passing. Dad’s family grieved heavily while my maternal family just fell apart.
By Caitlynne6 years ago in Families
The Color of Thought
“Will I travel to the moon?” I ask my Grandma who is always with me.“You can travel anywhere, my dear” she says. I nod, tilt my head upward to gaze into her trusting eyes and smile. She smiles back, teeth visible.
By Amanda Northcutt6 years ago in Families
The Lie (For a child)
This, folks, is a child’s lie; this is a lie that I told my grandma when I got in trouble. See, I got in trouble for climbing a tree. I go out early in the morning and try to find a tree to climb. I was never allowed to climb trees because my parents were afraid, I would get stuck, but I didn’t listen. I go out behind my grandma’s house to the woods. At the time my grandma lived on the bottom road at the top of the hill. Well I end up finding a tree, but it was a baby. It was only about five hundred feet tall. I look up this baby tree and start to climb.
By Anthony Sanders6 years ago in Families
Hush Little Babies
Chapter Five I stepped outside. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining bright, and I couldn’t remember ever seeing a clearer sky. I mean, no smog at all. It was fresh and brusque. It was approximately fifty-five degrees. I don’t think it was ever this pleasant in New York. “Oh, somebody, help me, quick,” I said. “I do miss, New York, but mostly because, of my friends and my office.” Looking for sustenance, I noticed tiny, little, shops up and down the ally’s, that were not visible, from the main through-way, if you were traveling by car. I looked down one of the ally’s and spied a bar call ‘TJ’s’ Bar and Grill. I was thirsty, so, I stepped into the bar to get a Squirt and saw Sheriff, Johnny leaning on a bar stool, sipping on suds.
By Suzy Bohi6 years ago in Families
The holiday of a life time
The holiday of a life time Chapter one On news years eve 2004 it was a lovely day and an 18 year old girl called Katherine went on holiday to Spain, it was the first time that she had been on holiday on her own, she was 5ft8, with red hair that was just above shoulder length and hazel eyes, on her first day in Spain she met a very nice young man called David who was 1 year older than Katherine, he was about 6ft, with short black hair and brown eyes, but that didn’t bother her because she had fallen in love with him even though she had only just met him.
By Katie Dolman6 years ago in Families
Hags, Haints, and Hoodoo: A Supernatural Short Story Collection
Book Spotlight of the Day Each week we will focus on various books that I find to be an interesting read or one to be added to my To Be Read List.
By Spirit Guide Communication through the Art of Divination6 years ago in Families